I don't want to put faith in love again
I keep my circle small now
choosing carefully,
deciding if they are worth
dying another death of my own.

I am afraid that once more death
shall steal them away
placing me in pews of hard wood
where pink tulips and white lilies
adorn caskets and tears fall.

I don't wish to write another eulogy
nor attend another wake, where yet again
we drown our sorrows in shot glasses
and feigned smiles.

I have reached an age where friends fall from trees
like brown leaves in autumn
my circle shrinks slowly, my days grow greyer
and I just don't want to feel this pain any more....

Your fingers mourned
in grey hues of regression
veins saturated by
malignant execution

We spoke final words
of love and sorrow
for there was no chance
of another tomorrow

Your pulse now peals
a toll of liberation
away from this pain
and cruel devastation

I shall weep for your hour
and what it reminds
your chime now silenced
by mortality's binds

moon pulls the traveller
along sea beds and tides
cloaked from adversity
in black ink disguise

an uncurling of limbs
leave us all in a trance
she moves with pure grace
in her hypnotic dance

amputations of limbs
embrace freedom in kind
regeneration of self
leaves old paths behind

Ashtrays over flowing once again
my lungs breathe in argument
how many bottles were consumed
in last nights red tide abandon

it shows itself in
scrunched
paper mache *****
that litter the floor

Remington ribbons
dehydrated
akin to my grey matter

we both yearn for a chalice
of inspiration
to rouse the "click clack"
of old abandoned keys........

You wear shades of hospital green in a room chemical white
I see you there but you are not....
raw arguments of mortality lie at fragile wrists
your hands still tremble, yet you sit stoic
your vacant eyes registering no one, no thoughts
nothing of yesterday turmoil

enforced prescriptions anaesthetize the voices for now
and I breathe....the first in a long time
refusal doesn't hold counter here

shall we regain the old you or are you lost now in eternity
within your own cure....

When grey skies cloud my mind, he shows me how the sun can shine.
When loneliness takes over, he places his hand in mine.

When my teardrops produced rivers, his shoulders provide my dam.
When my confidence deserts me, he reminds how clever I am.

When at night I feel a chill, he cloaks me in his arms.
When fear takes a hold of me, he protects me from lives harms.

I shall always love him, his smile, his gentle ways.
My husband, my lover and my friend, forever throughout our days.

When angel filled flowers
return to remind
of fathers
forget me nots.